It was a regular day at work on the site. When suddenly, the boss pulls up with drinks and sandwiches for us. We ate and were full and then we returned to work.
After I was finished instructing one of the men what to do, Marlon-Josh came up to me and engaged me in a conversation.
"Was being an architect your dream?" he asked.
"Yes, from I was 10 years old." I replied.
"You were quite young when you figured out your course in life. For some it takes a while for them to figure out themselves much less their course in life."
"That's true, how about you?" I inquired.
"I didn't have the choice nor freedom of figuring out myself nor my course in life. My path for me was chosen before I was born by my parents. I had no other choice than to take over the part of their inheritance that they gave me." He answered sadly.
"You seem you wish you had the choice and if you had it what would you do with it?"
"I would've studied to become an architect, so it's still not bad as my inheritance is right up my alley, but I still felt as if I wasn't given a choice."
"That's sad. So is that a rich people thing?"
"Most of them don't give their children the choice nor freedom to choose. It's as if they just have us to inherit what they have, so the wealth can stay within the family.'' He stated.
We continued to speak for quite a long time until it was time to go home.
After our conversation, he was surprised of how much he had told me. He said he told me a lot without even realizing. It was as if he needed someone to talk to and I just
happened to be that someone. He seemed like he wanted to rebel against his parents and no was there to listen or care enough to listen or he couldn't tell someone close what was happening in his mind. But I guess sometimes the best conversations you'll ever have are the ones with a stranger, as you can share things with them that you can't share with someone close.
He also sort of complimented me on my intelligence, saying he was surprised I was so well-educated and informed. That just pissed me off and for the rest of the day I was fuming on the inside. That's why I stay away from people of his class. They're rude and prideful. They expect the poor to be dumb and a menace to society.
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Bolanle
ContoThe story of a girl who grows up in a classist and colourist society. In her society the rich light-skins see themselves as superior to the poor black-skins. What will happen when she falls for her opposite and he falls for her?
